15. Travis
TRAVIS
I reached up, trying to pull Dax down to me.
I needed more of him, more of his taste, more of him taking charge, more assurance that he wasn’t going to walk away from this, but he was much too strong for me.
No matter how hard I gripped his ass and tried to pull him down to my mouth, he stayed immobile.
He undid my pants, pushed them down, and gripped my cock. I sucked in my breath when he leaned closer. Was he… Would he really…
His mouth closed over me, and he drew me deep into his throat. The tight heat almost made me come instantly.
I’d never imagined a man like Dax would suck my cock. Most of the men I’d been with didn’t believe in sucking cock. They thought they were too good for it. I lifted my hips, pushing deeper into his mouth. Dax wasn’t just willing; he was so fucking good.
He lowered his hips, brushing the tip of his cock over my mouth.
I opened for him, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take the feel of him filling my mouth while he pleasured me using his tongue, his lips, and even the gentle scrape of his teeth to drive me insane.
Dax kept a steady rhythm moving in and out of my mouth, and I let him, relaxing into it, letting him take me.
This give-and-take was unlike anything I’d ever had before. It was like pampering and surrender all in one. There was no way I could hold back. I tried to speak around his thick shaft, even though I knew I couldn’t. I pushed at his hips, trying to get him to lift off me, but he wouldn’t.
He pulled off me for a moment. “I want you to come down my throat. This isn’t about lasting. It’s about me driving you crazy.”
“Fuck.” The word was unintelligible, but it didn’t matter. I groaned around him, letting him feel the vibration, and he shuddered. I loved that I could do that to him. It made me feel so powerful. He sucked me deep and hard, and I let go, shooting my load into his mouth.
He took it all, swallowing again and again, groaning as he did so and working himself faster and harder.
I choked around him as I fought to take his whole shaft.
This was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to use me.
I wanted him to feel as good as I felt. I gripped his ass and tentatively moved my fingers toward his hole.
“Yes. Keep going,” he demanded as he fucked me even faster. I tried to relax and open my throat for him. It was hard not to fight when he cut off my air, but I knew he was so close. When I pushed a finger into him, he flooded my throat with his cum, and I savored every drop.
When he was done, he sat up and pulled me up with him, drawing me onto his lap. I straddled him, then brought my mouth to his, longing to taste myself on his lips. The kiss was dizzying. If I’d been able to, I would have gotten hard again.
Dax was everything I’d dreamed of. How could he think he wasn’t good enough for me, a man who’d betrayed his brother, a man who had let himself be manipulated by a sick fuck.
I knew most people would be horrified that Dax was a criminal who tortured people, but I’d seen true evil, and I knew how different if felt from Dax and his family.
When we ended the kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine, and we both took ragged breaths. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept them there. The last thing I wanted was for him to change his mind. I needed this to be real. “Dax? I… Please stay.”
“I was always going to stay.”
“I mean stay here with me, sleep with me. Don’t reject me.”
“Oh, baby.” He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone. “That will never happen. I just want you to know that you can walk away, and I’ll figure out how to be all right. As much as I want to, I can’t force you to stay here with a man like me. You deserve real change, a true new start.”
“This is a new start, Dax. No man has ever treated me like this.”
“Like he owned you? Like he could do whatever he wanted to with you?”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Then tell me.”
“No other man has ever cared about making things good for me, about pleasing me, about protecting me other than as their property or to keep their enemies from having me. I was nothing but a hot piece of ass to them. And you…”
“I care about you because you’re an amazing man, Travis. That’s why I won’t let you go.”
“For the first time, I don’t want to be let go. I want to belong to you. I love when you’re in charge. It’s nothing like the others. It’s what I wanted to have with them. It’s what I need.”
My tears began to fall, but Dax kissed them away.
“I know you think I’m caring and good. When it comes to you and to my family, I can be, but when I need to be, I am a monster. I enjoy the darkness. I have to fight to keep it from consuming me.”
“Let me help you with that.”
“Jesus, Travis. How could I ever say no to you?”
“You couldn’t even when I was a kid. You’re always the one that would carry me when I’d walked too far, bring me things, read to me.”
Color rose in Dax’s cheeks. “I’d forgotten that.”
“I never could.”
“Back then, I only really read when I had to for school until you told me all about the books you were reading. You got me all interested.”
“And I forced you to read to me.”
“You couldn’t sleep, and I wanted to help.”
My father had gotten into a fight with someone, then come home drunk and ready to take his bad day out on me and Beau. We’d ended up sleeping at Dax’s uncle’s house. Dax had known a story would help me be able to sleep. He always knew how to help me.
My memory was interrupted by Dax’s stomach growling.
“Did you have any dinner? Or is that a stupid question? I guess you don’t eat when you’re… working.”
“Only if it’s part of the torture.”
I studied him for a second, trying to determine whether that was a joke or not. I decided I really didn’t need to know. “Beau, Corbin, and I ordered pizza. There’s some left. Do you want me to heat it up for you?”
“We should get cleaned up first.” Dax rose to his feet, lifting me with him as if I weighed nothing. When we reached the bathroom, he set me on my feet again. I was already naked, so I just watched as he pulled his t-shirt off and pushed down his pants.
Finally, I managed to look away long enough to turn on the shower. Dax motioned for me to step into the shower first, then came in behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back against his big body.
“Are you ever cold?” I asked.
He chuckled. “On occasion.”
“Your body always feels so warm to me.”
“I just run hot,” he whispered against my ear as he reached for my shampoo.
He sure as hell did. As he washed my hair, he drew noises from me that sounded like those I’d made when we were on the floor with our dicks in each other’s mouths. It felt almost as good too. His strong hands were perfect for giving me a deep scalp massage.
“You’re so fucking sexy. You love being taken care of like this, don’t you?”
All I could do was nod my agreement. He’d relaxed me to the point I couldn’t form words anymore.
He turned me around and rinsed the shampoo from my hair, then he tended to the rest of my body.
I’d never had anyone wash me before. It was sensual and amazing.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to fuck me again or tuck me into bed when he was done.
When I was all rinsed off, I reached for the shampoo, intending to give him the same treatment. He shook his head.
“I can take care of myself. Get out, wrap yourself in a towel, and go relax. You deserve it.”
I didn’t want to be separated from him for even a minute. I knew how ridiculous that was, and the depth of my feelings for him scared me. If he changed his mind, if he walked away, I didn’t know if I could put myself back together.
Instead of leaving the bathroom, I levered myself up onto the counter and draped a towel over my shoulders. The steam from the shower made the room warm and cozy. When Dax turned off the water and stepped out, my gaze roamed up and down his sculpted body. “You are just… Wow.”
Dax shook his head. “I have to stay strong to do what I do.”
“Strong and sexy as fuck.”
“Didn’t I tell you to go lie down?”
“I wanted to wait for you, and I told you I’d get you some dinner.”
Once he dried off, he tied his towel around his waist, then he scooped me off the counter and carried me into the bedroom.
“Are you just going to carry me around all the time?” I asked after he set me on the bed.
“Do you want me to?”
“Maybe.”
“Then yes.”
I raised my brows. “What else are you willing to do for me?”
“Anything.” Dax’s phone rang, but he ignored it.
“Shouldn’t you…”
He groaned. “Fuck. Yes, it’s Remington.”